Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.